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exile, baby

exile, baby..........exile, baby

I'm looking for who made me

looking for who saved me

looking for dinner with candle light

 

what time...yuh might be coming home

baby what time...yuh might be coming home

 

don't leave no keys out for me

when I'm happy I'll come home

I'm at 315 Bowery.....and when I'm all punked out

I'll come home

 

exile, baby..........exile, baby

looking for who made me

looking for who shaved me

looking for love on a Saturday night

 

exile, baby..........exile, baby

looking for who made me

looking for who mailed me

looking for freedom without a light

 

come home.....look ah have room for you now (2)

you disappear from my very eyes

you disappear and I don't know why

you disappear and now I'm home alone

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